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Oct 2016
i don't trust myself
the words that slip from my trembling lips
the actions fulfilled by my shivering hands
the thoughts that run rampant through my reeling mind
like rivers cutting through a winter-stricken forest
and here i sit shaking
because here i sit freezing
i don't trust myself
mc gurley
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mc gurley  the over-soul
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